Chapter 5 After easing his first hard hug, Jon settled one hand at Clay’s waist, just above the top band of his Levi’s and wrapped the other behind his head, fingers spread over the back of his skull, like one of the giants in the NBA would hold a basketball. They were big hands, strong but not rough in their touch. It all felt so good. Suiting action to words, he began a licking, nibbling foray over Clay’s face and neck, continuing until he’d sampled nearly every bit of bare skin above Clay’s jeans. Rolling on over, he pinned Clay beneath the bulk of his solid body. That, too, felt good. Although the sensations of Jon’s exploration left Clay dizzy and painfully aroused, he wanted to do a lot more than lie passive, or shiver and whimper as he felt inclined to do. He couldn’t let Jon thi